The Wrong One...

I picked the wrong one. At the wrong time. For all the wrong reasons. I should know better. But sometimes you gotta let your guard down and let one in. For all the mistakes I make in my life, the only thing I consider them are mistakes. Flukes in the system. A smart man will build up the wall, but won't forget the door.
Ok. You can stop reading now. I thought I would have a lot more to go with that, but I feel like I peaked a little too early and just put my best metaphor up front. Wow. This has never happened before, I swear.
Alright, shake it off. Let's try this again... *AHEM*

Grow up or get out...

Grow some balls. Take a chance. Nice guys are always complaining about girls being with assholes, and putting them in the friendzone and all this other self inflicted pain of being patient with this woman who's supposedly stepping all over them. My advice would be to stop laying down over puddles for people. You know who doesn't get stepped on? Someone who's standing up.
I don't mean to be so mean to my friendzoned friends out there, but it's what you need. It's what I needed. If you're so in love with someone that you can't just let them go, make them make the call. If you're just fed up with listening to her complain about not being able to meet nice guys, and talking about maybe she should be a lesbian, nut up and tell her how you feel. "Look, I love you, to death, more than like a friend, or like a sister, I've been there for you for forever, but I can't just be a bystander anymore. I want to be the guy you talk to your friends about, not the friend you talk to about your guy. So what's it going to be?" and you know what? There's about a 90% chance she's just going to tell you she doesn't see you that way. And you know what you do? You say ok, and you hang up the phone. You walk away. With the slightest trace of disappointment, but with your dignity. You don't call her. You don't message her. You don't talk to her. You move the hell on with your life, because you just became a man. You go find you a woman who can accept you for you. And get happy. But if that takes a while, you wait it out.
And when you bump into her one day some where in Walmart, and she's all happy to see you, don't even show teeth when you smile. Say hi, be cordial, and move on. Be awesome. Because even if she has a boyfriend, (whom you do not say anything like "take care of her or..." to) you walk away, and I guarantee, she's going to look back at you with that look of realization. "I really missed something there." And when that giant muscular douchebag she introduced to you cheats on her like all of them did, when she calls you, it's going to be to try and hop on that opportunity that she missed all that time ago. But hell, you spent so much time out there being awesome, that maybe you gotta shoot her down because you already found someone better... The bitch...
Okay, that's a bit idealistic. But the reality of it is, of this entire blog post and a half, is that life is about taking chances. Some people were lucky enough to be born rich, some people were lucky enough to be born beautiful, but the majority of us are working with the averages, and below. But if you never take a chance to leave your comfort zone (or friendzone, for some of you), you can never grow to be bigger than your box. life has so much more in store for you outside the borders of what you know. Go get it. Go get happy. Go get awesome....

The Mating Game...

I consider every sexual encounter that I get into to be a brand new learning experience. Whether it's a guaranteed one-night stand or a long termer. The first time or 100th time, I'm always gathering information. What makes sex such an interesting study, is the fact that you have two people, sometimes complete strangers, trying to find a way to use the other person's body to get to the peak of physical satisfaction. More times than not, these two people are from completely different backgrounds of sex. They may want completely different things, they may expect one thing or another, but the desired end result is the same. However, where the most interesting and satisfying end results come are when you get two people who want to get their satisfaction from another person's satisfaction. Here is where the manipulation comes in. This is where it becomes a game.
I consider myself a student of people. That's to say that I like to study the way people behave and respond. The most interesting subsection to study is sexual behavior. I've found women who love to be roughed up and abused. I've found women who want to be slow stroked and caressed. I personally hate those women. I'm the type of guy that wants to dominate the situation. Get a little rough, maybe. That's where I like to click with my women. But I'm smart enough to be flexible in that aspect. Not all women like the choke and the spank. But whatever it is that they do like, I like to meet them there, and take them somewhere they may have never known they wanted to go.
Foreplay: Foreplay is the best way to start figuring out how to best go about playing the mating game and winning. During foreplay, you have the opportunity to look for a few of your partner's hotspots, these are usually biting/sucking targets, e.g. neck, ears, nipples. As a dominating man, I like to slide my hand around the neck and have it in choking position just momentarily, to check the reaction and see whether or not my woman is definitely into that. The hotspots are your reference points for when you're dealing with any issues getting your partner off. They're great for going back to when it's time for the big climax, and even if you can make it there without them, they can definitely enhance, and often lighten the load of work required for getting some of your more complicated challengers to their final destination.
Initial Entry: I don't consider oral and manual (using hands) sex to be a part of the main event, nor do I consider it foreplay. I categorize it separately. Foreplay happens above the belt and/or over the clothes down bottom. The second part of the process is what I call Initial Entry. This is where you make your first up close and personal with your partner's home plate. When it comes to women, this is a very important time for their partner to pay attention to how they respond to certain touches and finger/ tongue locations. If she doesn't give you much on clitoris action, then you may be better off inside, which is always better for the next part. If she doesn't really dig the inside stuff, and you were better off outside then take note, and do what you can to get her to come because there's a possibility that it will be your only chance.
The Stroke: The stroke is the bread and butter of the entire operation. No matter who you are, you have a very high possibility that you'll have to deal with a stroke of some kind or another. Outside of modern robotics, it's not always a walk in the park to take your lady back to funky town, using only your penis. It's possible, and sometimes, very easy, but in the occasion where you can't just drop in and change her perception of reality, having her question everything from physics to her own existence, you need to know just how to move to make that happen. It's about reading the body language. Listen to her breathing, feel every quiver and twitch when you move one way or another, when you speed up, slow down, go deep or shallow. Keep watching, keep feeling. It shouldn't be hard seeing a how you're literally inside of her. Once you catch the rhythm that she needs, you keep it up no matter what; through cramps, exhaustion, global warming and Armageddon. You keep up the stroke rate and depth until she crosses that finish line and loses control of her body for that perfect 10 to 15 seconds you've been working for for an hour. Remember to pump through to the end unless she gives you the indication that she's the type to either clench you inside, or hop away as fast as possible for recovery.
After she gets her one, feel free to get yours without guilt. Once a woman has had an orgasm, she may be ready for more, but feel free to relax after that. It reality, most women actually orgasm more easily once they've had their first one. So have fun with it, and get your rocks off. You made it. Good job.
I have a lot more tips and tricks I've been harvesting  over my years and through my studies, but I can't make it too easy on you guys. Go out and bone your ladies proper.

The Relationship Equation: Pt 3 (AKA- Intelligence...)

I've spent my life trying to be the smart one. In school, at home, with friends, and with girlfriends. When you spend that much time pretending to be smart, you're bound to learn something. The biggest lesson I've learned is that through all of the things that I've learned, it turns out, I'm an idiot. The philosophy that I've lived by is to learn from other's mistakes. When you see that guy get married at 18 and get divorced at 18 and a half, you look at that fallen comrade and step over his body, sliding safely, and single-ly into 19 years old. When you see that guy marry a stripper, and get his bank account emptied the first time he's out of town, you check your pocket for your wallet, and throw that stripper's number into the trash.
The problem with this method of living is that you spend all of your time rubbernecking at somebody else's accident that you run right into the ass end of the giant van that was at a dead stop. And suddenly you're the idiot with whiplash, a concussion, and skyrocketing insurance premiums. If that metaphor lost you, let me explain it in a much simpler form. You forget that you're young and dumb, and are bound to make your own ridiculous, and completely avoidable mistakes. I've spent so much time trying to avoid being made the asshole of, I completely transformed myself into the one making assholes of people. I've missed out on clear opportunities to have the purest forms of happiness, more than once. Now I know that everyone does this, especially when you're young, but what stings is that I've prided myself in being "smarter than that." Truth is, I've become an idiot. I've been slapping all this armor onto my car so that I could be protected from the menaces in the road, and suddenly, I'm the one driving the tank down the wrong side of the carpool lane.
Life is about risks. Taking risks doesn't mean taking blind leaps of faith, it means weighing the potential benefits of success (S), against the cost of failure (F) and making sure that it's equal to, or less than the actual chance of failure(%F) proving that the risk (R) was worth it. Or...

(R)= (S)-(F)≤(%F)

That's it. Relationships are actually just that easy. 1s and 0s, ladies and gentlemen. Scientific and stuff. But just make sure you don't end up being the guy so blinded by the science of it, you forget to look for pure, genuine happiness with another, flawed human being. She might snore, he might be a lazy bastard, she might be a nag, and he might be a clumsy idiot. But in reality, you're one of those things to them, and for reasons that you may never understand, you spilling your cereal all over yourself right before you leave for work, or crawling into bed and wrapping yourself around him like an angry octopus may be one of the many terrible things about you that they smile about, as he sweats his ass off and waits until you're deep enough sleep for him to wriggle free and turn on the A/C. You can be the smartest asshole on the planet, but sometimes that won't stop you from looking like a below average asshole.